Pancakes Served For Supper
Stop
your blubbering.
The fact that I have been
up since six
running ragged,
worn and shredded,
asked to solve
yet another person’s
urgent trauma,
is apparently not
a concern of yours
as you drop your demands
onto my overflowing stack.
But you caught me
at the end of my Jonah day,
exhausted, crabby,
and downright
drowned
and no amount
of sweetly sticky
gooey compliments
will help me
swallow that.
GPS
A languid dude
tells absolute location
with attitude
in lounge wear;
pain and just living
co-exist
in his world.
It is hard to locate
the energy he needs
to find her,
so he sleeps.
No place for dreams.
Only blackness needed,
so necessary to heal
the anguish
he leaves
on his pillow
where love and betrayal
crossed lines.
